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// Maud Says Rocks Are OP 
// Story: The Life of Maud Pie 
// by DrakeyC 
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“So, Maud,” Starlight began, “why are you so interested in rocks?”

Sitting across from Starlight in the castle library, Maud raised her head from her geology book. “Rocks are OP.”

“Huh?” Starlight tilted her head.

“OP. It’s shorthand for ‘overpowered’.”

“Right, but, what do you mean ‘rocks are overpowered’?”

“Like I said, with the right stone you could rule all of Equestria.”

“How so?”

“The most powerful magical artifacts in Equestrian history are all rocks.”

Starlight raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

“The Elements of Harmony are rocks.”

“Crystals, really.”

“Crystal is a type of rock. Speaking of, the Crystal Heart.”

“Fair enough.”

“The ancient temple of Ponhenge. The legendary Memory Stone. The Alicorn Amulet was forged from obsidian, volcanic rock.”

Starlight stared, eyes wide, as she processed Maud’s claims. “Wow…”

“When the Two Sisters had to seal the spirit of chaos away, how did they do it?”

“…they turned him into a rock.”

“Exactly.”

Starlight pursed her lip. “Queen Chrysalis’ throne was carved from an ancient stone that absorbed outside magic and nullified it.”

“Mhm. And finally.” Maud spread her hoof around the room. “This very castle we sit in came from the Tree of Harmony. What are the castle and the Tree made from?”

Starlight’s flank hit the ground with a resounding thud.

Maud nodded. “So the next time you go for a walk, look carefully at the pebbles and stones in your way. One of them might be the key to world domination, if you only knew how to use it.” When she had finished talking, Maud picked up her geology book and resumed reading.

Starlight swallowed. “And you research rocks so much to try and identify these… powerful magical rocks?”

“Yes.”

“Maud, you’re starting to scare me.”

“I get that a lot.” She lifted her head. “Don’t worry, Starlight. I would never hurt you.”

“Why are you smiling?”

“Because I’m happy my friend gets me.”

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

“Am I?”